Ouyang Susu pouted, her rosy cheeks puffing up with anger.
"I remember now! Both of Master Yu Qing's favorites are Senior Brother Xiao's specialties. Unless Senior Brother Xiao makes them himself, Master Yu Qing won't touch them. He's so picky!"
How could she not be angry?
For Master Yu Qing's birthday that year, she had paid a fortune to have a glass coral ornament made for him, yet he had refused it.
Instead, a jar of osmanthus wine brewed by Senior Brother Xiao had brought a rare softness to his expression, leaving her, the sect master's daughter, utterly humiliated.
At some point, Master Yu Qing had gradually begun accepting only things Senior Brother Xiao gave him, as though everyone else's offerings were plague-ridden vermin.
How infuriating!
She should have been the one receiving such special treatment!
"What do you intend to do, Miss Ouyang? Go down the mountain to buy peach blossom pastries and osmanthus wine?" Mo Yan chuckled, amusement flickering in his green eyes. "They say wine loosens the tongue. Perhaps after a few drinks, he'll say what you want to hear?"
Ouyang Susu's eyes lit up.
The sect disciple had a bad feeling and hurried to dissuade her. "If Senior Brother Xiao didn't make them, Master Yu Qing probably won't touch them. Junior Sister, you should head back..."
Ouyang Susu thrust out her chest. "Then we'll get what Senior Brother Xiao made! He can't make peach blossom pastries right away, but he must have some osmanthus wine left, right? I remember he buried it in the little courtyard outside his wooden cabin."
"That doesn't seem appropriate..."
"What's inappropriate about it?" Ouyang Susu's voice was as sweet as an oriole's, her manner charmingly innocent. "Senior Brother Xiao brewed it for Master Yu Qing anyway. What difference does it make